Reunited

'Of course I'll make the cake,' Keely said, not waiting for the obvious question. 'I'd be happy to.'

'That's not what I was going to ask,' Meggie said. 'I wanted to know if you'd be a bridesmaid. Olivia and Amy have already agreed and my wedding wouldn't be complete if I didn't have Dylan's only sister in the wedding party.'

Keely was stunned by the invitation. 'I-I don't know what to say.'

Meggie laughed. 'Say yes?'

At first, Keely wasn't sure she should. What if she wasn't around in June? But then, she realized that she was now a permanent part of the Quinn family. They'd accepted her as one of their own-for the rest of her life, she'd be a Quinn. 'Yes. I'd love to be a bridesmaid. And I'll also make your cake if you'd like me to. It will be the most special wedding cake I've ever made.'

'Take the offer on the cake,' Amy said. 'You should see what she does with frosting. Her cakes are like art. I wanted her for my first wedding but she wouldn't do any jobs outside New York City.'

'I didn't know you were married before,' Keely said.

'I wasn't. I ran away from home about a month before the wedding, but it had already been all planned. My mother saw your cakes in Town and Country. She had the pictures in her little wedding file and she was determined that you do my cake.'

'When you marry Brendan, I'll do your cake, too. No charge for either of you since you're family now.'

'So,' Olivia said, 'now that we have that business taken care of, we can get down to the reason we really invited you to lunch.'

'I thought you came here to go shopping.'

'We can shop in Boston,' Olivia said. 'We want to know about your wedding. To Rafe Kendrick. Ever since that night of the grand opening at the pub, we've all been a little curious.'

Keely glanced back and forth between them, taking in their inquisitive expressions. Of all the conversation topics to choose from, Rafe Kendrick would have been her last choice. Since she'd walked out on him a week ago, they hadn't spoken. It was as if they were playing a game with each other, each of them unwilling to concede their point. 'I'm not sure I'm going to marry Rafe Kendrick.' Keely took a sip of her wine. 'In fact, I might not ever see him again.'

Olivia frowned. 'What happened?'

'It's a long story.'

Meggie reached out and grabbed Keely's hand. 'You're family. You can tell us anything. And we do have a ladies' agreement here. Nothing that's said between us gets back to the men in the family. If you haven't noticed, the Quinn boys have a tendency to overreact.'

Keely had never had a sister, but always dreamed that this was what it was like-secret conversations, unbreakable promises, an understanding ear. She'd been aching to talk to someone about her problems and now that she'd been given the chance, she wanted to tell them every detail.

'The last time I was in Boston we had a huge argument. He's been pressuring me to straighten things out with my family. You know how Seamus and my brothers feel. And my mother doesn't approve of him, either. So we've been sneaking around like a couple of teenagers, seeing each other whenever we can. It was kind of exciting at first, but Rafe is getting impatient and he gave me an ultimatum. Either I tell my parents and brothers that we're together and we're getting married, or we're finished.'

'He's right,' Amy said. 'I mean, family is family. But love is love. My parents weren't pleased I wanted to marry Brendan. But I didn't care. I loved him. And my grandmother thought he was hot. So I wasn't going to let them stand in my way.'

'At least you had someone behind you,' Keely said. 'No one wants me to marry Rafe.'

'I do,' Olivia said. 'The way he proposed to you that night in the bar was so romantic.'

'So do I,' Meggie added. 'It's obvious that he adores you. And he looked like he would have taken on all six of the brothers to prove his point.'

Amy nodded. 'And you have my vote, too.'

Amazed by their unconditional support, Keely's spirits brightened. 'I don't know. Marriage is difficult enough already. And my brothers could make our lives pretty miserable if they continue on with this grudge.'

'Don't be such a coward,' Meggie said. 'You and Rafe are lucky to have found each other. If the family is the only thing standing in your way, then you're crazy to turn him away.'

'And don't worry about the boys,' Olivia said. 'They'll come around once they see how happy Rafe makes you. And if they don't, we'll just have to apply a little pressure, won't we, ladies?'

'The Mighty Quinns aren't so mighty after all?' Keely asked.

Amy ordered another bottle of wine from the waiter, then grabbed a piece of bread and buttered it neatly. 'Not when faced by the mighty women in their lives,' she joked.

Keely took another sip of her wine, before Olivia filled her glass again. 'It's not just my brothers. I have my business in New York. I have responsibilities. It would be hard to pick up and leave. I'd have to reestablish myself there. And I'm not sure Boston is ready for me and my cakes.'

'Work is work,' Olivia said. 'And love is love. Besides, who says you'll have to move here? Maybe Rafe will move to New York.'

'Maybe,' Keely said. 'I guess we never talked about it. I can bake cakes anywhere. And I do love him. And maybe I've been too obsessed with my family's reaction. They're not going to kick me out of the family, just because I marry Rafe.'

'We won't let them,' Meggie said.

Keely pulled her napkin off her lap and tossed it on the table. 'I-I need to go.'

'But we haven't had lunch yet,' Olivia protested.

'I can't stay. I have a cake to make.'

'Your customer can wait,' Meggie said.

Keely shook her head. 'Nope, not this customer. I have to make a wedding cake for me. I'm going to marry Rafe Kendrick.'

'When?' they all asked.

'I don't know. Maybe tomorrow, maybe the next day. But soon.'

Keely gave each of them a quick kiss goodbye, then hurried out to the lobby. She found her coat at the coat check and quickly slipped into it. If she grabbed the subway out to Brooklyn, she could start working on the cake right away. By tomorrow morning, it would be done and on its way to Boston. After all, she couldn't possibly get married without a proper cake. It would be bad luck.

'I'm going to marry Rafe Kendrick,' Keely murmured to herself. 'I'm going to marry Rafe Kendrick and to hell with what my family thinks.'

RAFE SAT at his desk, his feet kicked up on the edge, the Wall Street Journal open in front of him. He tried to concentrate on the article he was reading, but he'd started and stopped so many times he was ready to give up completely. Interest rates on municipal bonds would have to wait. With a soft curse, he swung his feet off his desk and refolded the paper.

He'd been working so hard lately, throwing himself into projects simply to occupy his mind with something other than Keely. He blamed himself for their fight and their broken engagement-even though they never really were engaged, not officially. She had warned him against his ultimatum, yet he'd refused to back down. And when he'd emerged from the shower, she'd been gone, her engagement ring left behind on the bedside table. The message was clear. As far as she was concerned, it was over.

So where did he go from here? Rafe had done everything he could to convince her that they belonged together, short of standing out on Boston Common in his boxer shorts and shouting his devotion to the world. They'd just fallen in love at the wrong time. Until she worked out her worries about her family, he'd always come in second.

If he didn't have an ego, then maybe he could put himself second. Maybe he could go on as they had, carrying on an affair outside her family's knowledge, never really committing themselves fully to a relationship. But if he was willing to put Keely first in his life, he expected the same from her.

Rafe pulled his desk drawer open and withdrew the small velvet box. He wasn't sure why he'd kept the ring. Maybe he still held out hope that Keely would wear it one day. He did have a money-back guarantee with the jeweler so he wouldn't have to worry about the ring turning into a constant reminder of Keely. When he was ready,